~Green Green Grass of Home~

The old home town looks the same,
As I step down from the train,
And there to meet me is my Mama and Papa.
Down the lane I look and there runs Mary,
Hair of gold and lips like cherries,
It's good to touch the green, green grass of home.
  The old house is still standing,
Though the paint is cracked and dry,
And there's that old oak tree that I used to play on.
Down the lane I'll walk with my sweet Mary,
Hair of gold and lips like cherries,
It's good to touch the green, green grass of home.

Yes, they'll all come to meet me,
Arms reaching, smiling sweetly,
It's good to touch the green, green grass of home

Then I awake and look around me,
At four gray walls that surround me,
And I realize that I was only dreamin'.
For there's a guard and there's a sad old padre,
Arm and arm we'll walk at daybreak,
Again I'll touch the green, green grass of home.

Yes, they'll all come to see me,
In the shade of that old oak tree,
As they lay me 'neath the,
Green, Green Grass Of Home.

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CURLY PUTMAN COMPOSED
"GREEN, GREEN GRASS OF HOME" IN 1965.
THE SONG WAS OFFERED TO JOHNNY DARRELL

TOM JONES SANG IT TOO  IN 1966.